As I look around the Creek to find something striking enough to write about, I set my sights on the prominent white limestone. They seem to give off an effect of ice caps in a frozen over sea. The powder puffs of snow seem to be melting into cool water trickling from beneath. I advance to touch the freezing water but stop in my action. For in reaching the water I would only accomplish losing the glorious winter's day that I am so captivated by. My action toward the water did, however, entice my curiosity. I saw my own image reflecting back at me in the rippling glass. I am reminded of "Paradise Lost." The story of Adam and Eve in which Eve too sees her image in the water. Her only discover is of her love for herself rather than that of Adam. Oh course, I am not pronouncing that I value my image above all other beings. I only wish to share the spectacular way water surrealistically mirrors an image. It seems that God designed water to shape harsh realities into dreamy gleams. Mystically imperfections disappear and life is simply sweet. Even the reflected sun above seems to brilliantly sparkle more along a trickling creek. I use to wonder what people occupied their time with before radio, television, and computers. I now know at this very moment. They admired the beauty in Nature around them. What a relaxing, enlightening, and radiant source of entertainment. I wonder how we all get so caught up in our fast exhausting lives and never take the time to look at the gift around us. Think of how dismal, ugly, and boring life would be without nature. Even the air we breath would not taste so sweet. "Beauty is not a luxury, it is a necesity" (Jones 164). The people of past ages valued the beauty around them as a necessity. Like the American Indians, they even considered Nature's elements to be Gods. People today just don't realize the importance and influence beautiful nature has. One can hardly write about the creek without putting in a thought or two about the delicious smells. The sent of freshness, rich greenery, and the musty coolness of the water. It is true that the sent of a place creates more memory and distinction than any other element. Truly, as I take my last looks around Waller Creek I feel surrounded by an overwhelming sense of time. No matter how long you look at the flowing water it never seems to let up for even a moment. Never surrendering to the mighty gravitational movement of the earth. The lustrous water circles and pools but always finds a way to move forward. Is this not how life is? I also notice the different geology of the limestone. The different layers and levels of time. How many years has water been burrowing and grooving its way through the stone? Each layer has a place in history and a story of the world during its age. Think of the wars, storms, and evolutionary creations that have occurred right here at this creek. Even Joseph Jones remarked about the importance of water in past centuries. That is why so much has been found and built around oceans, lakes, and rivers. Water and the inhabitance surrounding it keep life going and just maybe created life itself. Creeks like this have been apart of life from the beginning. I believe that water sets the pace of life and as long as creeks like Waller Creek remain alive and well than the earth is not yet near the end.